Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-12-14


where Ethel lived and taking the direc-
ton of Carries home.
Fortune favored him, for Carrie was
found in the front yard near the gate.
OF course, he could not pass by
without q moments chat, during
which the girl caught sight of the part
ridges the hunter purposely displayed.
"Oh, what pretty birds !" cried she.
"Mr. Ledy ard, you are a barbarian,
or you could not have the heart to
kill these pretty things Pm really
ashamed of you ~
"I'n, sorry, Miss Carrie, but if your
logic is sound, all epicures are barba-
rians. can't help it, it's my appetite
thot degrades me-"
''Then you are fond Of cartridges 2"
eyes, when they are cooked to my
liking. Pm going to prepare these
myself, go as to get them to my taste. I"
Carrie laughed outright.
The idea |" exclaimed she. "YOu
are going to cook them Surely, you
| are not IN earnest 2"
"Ofcourse am. No one can make
better pot-pie than !"
Carrie again INDUCED in q hearty
| ISuSh, GbU WulGA AC plCUCAOOu w No
not little piqued.
"You seem to think I don't know
how No one can excel me in that
branch of cookery-not even yourself,
with all your other perfections 70
"Prehaps not" was the reply, al
though you should not boast until
you have had occasion to judge
my skill. Suppose you let me try, and
then come to dinner this evening If
my pot-pie is unpalatable you can
shoot more partridges and cook them
you know"
Phil handed over the birds at once.
81 accept your rebuke," said he,
laughingly; "I will come"
OF course he went, and he never yet
has had occasion to regretit
II Ethel's pot-pie was good, Carries
was simply delicious. The big, round,
light, puffy dumplings, seemed to
melt in his mouth-he unhesitatinely
pronounced them superior to any he
had ever eaten. If Carrie could make
such pot-pie as this. she was treas.
ure. She must be his treasure.
Shortly after the enjoy able meal
had been concluded. Phil and Carrie
! wandered out in the little moon-Gt
garden.
"Carrie," said the young man, sud
denly, as they sauntered along the
fower-scented paths, 81 want to say
that as q pot pie maker you are perfect,
as you are in all other respects. Your
skill ought to make you famous!"
"You have changed your views
since this morning." replied the girl.
looking up with an arch smile. "Then
you were the one who deserved to be
famous |"
81 take it all back !" laughed Phil
"You are the only one in all christen-
dom entitled to wear the laurels OF
fame Indeed, Carrie, since testing
your magical skill, ALI convinced
that it Indispensable to my future
happiness | want you to make
pot-pie for me the remainder of NY
life, as my own loved little wife! /
love you, Carrie-fondly, devotedly
Will you be mine ?''
We will not repeat what Carries
answer vast is but necessary to
state that q quiet little wedding at the
Denton cottage a month atterward
united their ardent, trusrlns hearts,
and crowned their hopes with happi-
ness supreme.
We pass over the happy honey
moon to chronicle one more event,
without which our story would not
be complete.
For the first time since his marriage,
Phil shouldered his gun and sailed
forth once more to the wood for an
hours hunt, and as a result brought
home another fine pair OF cartridges.
"Carrie," said he, suppose you try
your hand on one of those famous
pot-pies of yours We haven't had
one since our marriage you know"
A little scarlet flush stole into Car
RES pretty face as she looked up.
"Suppose you try your hand this
time" replied she. "I've been just
dying to test your skill since you
boasted OF your proficiency that
morning"
Phil was silent moment and then
broke into hearty Laugh.
81 have g. confession to make, little
one," answered he, coioring. 81 told
you fb; I never m4de s. pot-pie in
nv life Tnat was only a little ruse
to press you into service. [ wanted to
know how we'll you could prepare my
tavorite dish before | asked youto be
my wife. I'm sorry, darling-but
you'll have to make the pot-pie. [
can'tI"
Carrie turned deeper scarlet as she
replied:
81 guess we'll have to send over for
Auntie Howard, if we have pot. pie
for dinner. She made that you at.
before She was at our house that
day and knowing her co be an excel
lent cook, [ prevailed upon her to
make the pot-pie for me. Forgive me
Phil I'll get auptie to teach me how,
and will then make due amends for
my mean little trick ~
For an instant Phil stood gazing at
the demure little face as though unde.
cided whether to get angry or to be
amused, and then broke into ring
ing laugh.
81 guess deserve the little joke you
played on me, and agood deal more"
said he, taking her In his arms. "Aunt.